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"Girls? Are you ready? We have to go now or we'll get stuck in traffic!" My moms voice rings through the house, soon to be followed by my sisters,

"One second! Malia needs to teach me the songs on the guitar!"

I roll my eyes and continue to apply mascara to my eyelashes. Tonight I am being forced to attend a concert with my little sister, Alana, who is a maniac when it comes to things like this. She's completely head over heels in love with some band by the name of 5 Seconds of summer.

That being said, it wasn't really an option wether or not she got to go to one of their concerts since she always gets what she wants... That and getting the best of what she wants... AKA front row floor tickets that are right in front of the freaking stage.

However, of course my mother wouldn't let the 14 year old girl go on her own, so then I, being the 17 year old, was forced to go with her. Which is why I am currently in my room, wearing a black 5SOS tee shirt with the words 'Hood 96' across the back, black high waisted shorts, black converse along with a dark green flannel with 'idiot' painted onto it tied around my waist.

Trust me, it wasn't really my choice wether to wear this outfit or not.. Alana picked it out for me. And like I said, she always gets what she wants.

"Malia! Teach me the songs!" Alana bellows, busting my bedroom door open.

"Alana, just give it up! The chances of them calling you up onto the stage are like one in a million," I huff, finishing up my makeup.

"But they will! I can just feel it!" She whines, stomping her feet in my doorway.

Ever since Alana found out by the whole '5sos calling fans onto the stage to play guitar' thing, she won't quit talking about it. She was somehow able to convince me to learn how to play both She's Kinda Hot and San Francisco on the guitar...

"Fine," I say, "sit and I'll teach you,"

She cheers loudly before plopping down onto my bed, her short brown hair flopping into her face. I roll my eyes and take my Gibson guitar from it's stand, sitting next to her and also leaving some space to play.

"Okay so, She's Kinda Hot starts out with a tab. First you wanna pluck the low E string and then place your finger on the low E string fourth fret--"

"I don't understand that shït! Just give it to me!" She huffs, taking the guitar from my lap, "okay just show me where to put my fingers!"

"You are such a pain- so pluck this one open and then put your finger here, pluck, then here," I instruct, pointing to the strings.

Twing, twang~~

...that...sounded...awful...

"That ones too hard!" She sighs, "show me San Fransisco!"

"Okay so first do a D which is this, this, and this," I explain. She attempts to put her fingers in the places I told her to but miserably fails.

"You know what, I'll just let them teach me when I get on stage," She nods, leaving the room with an attitude. Actually, she always has that attitude.

"Girls! Let's go!" My mom yells for the second time.

I quickly place my guitar back where it belongs, and pull the ponytail from my hair. My long brown locks almost reach my belly button, the purple and blue streaks decorating them as well.

"Coming!" I call out, shutting my door as I leave.

"Okay, I have the CD, my jacket, the sign, my bracelets, hat incase it gets cold..." Alana mumbles as she paces back and forth. Jeez, she really does take this stuff seriously.

"GIRLS LETS GO!" My mom yells from the car, clearly getting aggravated by my sister and I.

Alana squeals, jumping down the steps and sprinting to our blue van. This is definitely going to go down as one of the worst nights of my life...

"Mal, please make sure Alana doesn't do anything stupid," My mom chuckles as we leave the car to go into the stadium at Mansfield, MA.

"Don't worry, I will do my best!" I reply, waving her off as the thought of Alana being dragged off by security pops into my mind.

Yeah... There's no way I'd stop that from happening, it'd just be way too funny.
~~

Long.

Long is the only word I have to describe the awful drive from York to Mansfield. First off, I forgot my headphones meaning that Alana belting the lyrics to Amnesia was the only sort of music I had, and secondly... It was just long.

"Hurry Malia! We have to get there before the loves of my life get onto stage!" Alana cheers dramatically, obviously half joking.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I giggle, Following her into the long line of crazed fans.

Security guards guide us all in, telling us where to go and where not to go. Alana babbles to a bunch of other fans, exchanging fan accounts before we arrive at or destination.

Wow... When my mom bought front row tickets I wasn't exactly expecting to be able to touch the stage!

"They're gonna come on any minute now," Alana screams, rocking back and forth on her feet. I sigh, her face suddenly lighting up.

"THEY ARE FÜCKING RIGHT THERE!!" She completely bellows, "RIGHT. FÜCKING. THERE!"

"Language young child!" I scold, my voice being drowned out by the enormous crowd of screaming fans.

There goes my hearing.

"Whoooo's ready to rock!?" The drummer Yells into his microphone, waving his drumsticks in the air. Is that one Ashton?

"YAS ASHTON!! YASSSS!" My sisters answers next to me, confirming My question.

I let out a strangled sigh as they begin there first set, all the teen girls in the stadium dying over their idols. Honestly, I've never got the whole 'I'm in love with so and so' when that 'so and so' is a celebrity. I mean, obviously they are all smoking hot but does a fan even stand a chance?

Unecessary heartbreak is what that should be called.

I wonder if the boys like all the attention.... I mean I'm sure they do, but do they really care about their fans? Sure hope so, they're what made them successful.

"How we all doing tonight?" The kid who looks like an Asian asks (according to Alana he isn't). The crowd cheers in response, the boy continuing by saying, "Good because we have half of this set to go!"

Some of the girls behind me cry "no!" Probably realizing that the concert that they've waited months for is almost over.

"So, since we're half way through..." The colored haired boy announces, Michael I think, "I'm sure you've all heard of what we've been doing at this point in our tour!"

Tons of girls go absolutely nuts, jumping up and down to get the boys attention. Guess everyone knows about this little thing the boys have been doing... However I bet literally none of these people play the guitar.

"Who wants to come on up here and join us?!" The one in the middle shouts, raising his guitar in the air. I'm not positive, but I think that one might be Calum... It was Calum the Asian but not Asian?

"Whoooo wants it!" Michael smiles, acting as if he's selling a car or something.

I scan the girls around me, looking at their hands raised in the air. None of them have callused fingers, in fact, most have extremely long nails... How are you supposed to play the guitar with those suckers?

"PICK MEEEEEE!" My sister screams next to me, legit tears running down her cheeks. I sigh to myself, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Can you play?" Michaels voice sounds through the stadium, my eyes looking up to meet with his green ones. I furrow my eyebrows, looking around at the girls around me, seeing that they've gone silent.

"What? Me?" I ask, pointing to myself.

"Yeah, you!" He cheers excitedly.

"YES SHE MOTHER FÜCKING CAN!" Alana yells, frantically motioning to me.

"Come on up!" The lead smiles, my jaw dropping.

But

I'm

Not

A

Fan?